“My body has swallowed her soul, And I and my country are one. My name is million, for I love and suffer for millions.”

I weave them into rainbows, harmonies. I feel immortality! I create immortality!

The nectar of life is sweet only when shared with others.

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

To one end let us aim our thoughts, and to one end let us aim our souls. Hail, dawn of liberty, behind thee is the redeeming sun.

I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars.

Whoever comes to me, will be free and equal, because I am freedom.

Now my soul is incarnate in my country

You [Chopin] have in your fingers an orchestra of butterflies.

I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies!

His photographs, seen by millions, make momentary events and strange occurrences all over the world our common property.

The man who has his millions will want everything he can lay his hands on and then raise his voice against the poor devil who wants ten cents more a day.

Island of Hispaniola once so populous (having a population that I estimated to be more than three million), has now a population of barely two hundred persons.

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.

Brexit has energised millions of people, young and old, to take part in our democracy and that’s a great thing.

This notion of universal Windows apps is a very powerful concept because we’re now aggregating the 300-plus-million-socket run rate of Windows into one opportunity for our developers.

If the federal government is going to cost $100 million or more of your jobs going away, at a minimum the people who are elected by the people ought to have to vote and say, yes, I support taking away your job; or no, I don’t support taking away your job.

If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.